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i'm asleep at the wheel and there's a curve in the highway |
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yet we tear through the night like a peyote migraine |
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how much further is it aching so exquisite |
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i hope we can stop in time |
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now you don't want to dance 'cause we're looking right through you |
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oh oh and the clothes that you wear we don't mean to stare |
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now the sky is on fire and the desert is freezing |
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wonder how i'm alive hen i'm not even breathing |
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how much further is it aching so exquisite |
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i hope we can stop in time |
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now you don't want to dance 'cause we're looking right through you |
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oh oh and the clothes that you wear we don't mean to stare |
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oh oh but the people you know they say what they want to |
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oh oh 'cause the truth of it is we don't really care |
